Green circles

My favourite poet is a tiny figure in a broad city. She walks in silence with eyes wide open, green candid circles to guard those wells of wonders.   My favourite poet is a hungry child looking for crumbs. Lanterns up above a narrow alley in the old city She hunts for moments with her clear...

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Bluebeard, Redbeard – Part 1

In hopes that it will be fruitful, today I gladly introduce to this blog a new category and a new menu's voice: short tales. Enjoy   One day a girl was married to a man. Walking towards the altar, the girl looked at her betrothed for the first time. The man was twice her age, twice...